That's because you keep posting deletable stuff.Tarek wrotewho keeps deleting my posts !
The topic for when there is nothing new
I hope that the moderation does send justifications through email / PM when necessary, to clear the possible misunderstandings (and to have a transparent moderation).
That answer made me chukklerolf wroteThat's because you keep posting deletable stuff.Tarek wrotewho keeps deleting my posts !
Ugh, Ubuntu.
I want to tell you all a story.
A young girl is home alone for the first time with only her dog for company. Listening to the radio, she hears of a mental patient on the loose, so she locks all the doors and windows and goes to bed, taking her dog to her room with her and letting it sleep under her bed. She wakes in the night and can hear a dripping sound coming from the bathroom. The dripping sound annoys her, and she actually finds it unsettling, for some reason. The bedside lamp won't work, and she is too scared to get out of bed to turn on the main light, and walk over to the bathroom. She hides under the covers but to reassure herself that the dog is still under the bed she puts her hand down and feels licking on her hand. She lies awake for some time listening to the dripping sound and periodically puts her hand down to where she can hear heavy breathing and each time feels gentle licks on her fingers. Eventually she falls asleep. The next morning when she wakes, she goes to the bathroom for a drink of water. On the shower wall, written in blood are the words "I CAN LICK TOO", and her slaughtered, skinned dog is hanging from the shower head, its blood, now thick and dark, still dripping into the bathtub.
A young girl is home alone for the first time with only her dog for company. Listening to the radio, she hears of a mental patient on the loose, so she locks all the doors and windows and goes to bed, taking her dog to her room with her and letting it sleep under her bed. She wakes in the night and can hear a dripping sound coming from the bathroom. The dripping sound annoys her, and she actually finds it unsettling, for some reason. The bedside lamp won't work, and she is too scared to get out of bed to turn on the main light, and walk over to the bathroom. She hides under the covers but to reassure herself that the dog is still under the bed she puts her hand down and feels licking on her hand. She lies awake for some time listening to the dripping sound and periodically puts her hand down to where she can hear heavy breathing and each time feels gentle licks on her fingers. Eventually she falls asleep. The next morning when she wakes, she goes to the bathroom for a drink of water. On the shower wall, written in blood are the words "I CAN LICK TOO", and her slaughtered, skinned dog is hanging from the shower head, its blood, now thick and dark, still dripping into the bathtub.
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Truly Amazing , ∞/10 , I would have been horrified if you haven't posted that linkaliessayli2 wroteI am relieved the story is not true
... russian-sleep-experiment.shtml
I can sleep now
Holy shit that frightened me :@tt400 wroteI want to tell you all a story.
A young girl is home alone for the first time with only her dog for company. Listening to the radio, she hears of a mental patient on the loose, so she locks all the doors and windows and goes to bed, taking her dog to her room with her and letting it sleep under her bed. She wakes in the night and can hear a dripping sound coming from the bathroom ...bla..bla....... Eventually she falls asleep. The next morning when she wakes, she goes to the bathroom for a drink of water. On the shower wall, written in blood are the words "I CAN LICK TOO", and her slaughtered, skinned dog is hanging from the shower head, its blood, now thick and dark, still dripping into the bathtub.
Truly disturbing
Awesome story man, you're really talented.tt400 wroteI want to tell you all a story.
A young girl is home alone for the first time with only her dog for company. Listening to the radio, she hears of a mental patient on the loose, so she locks all the doors and windows and goes to bed, taking her dog to her room with her and letting it sleep under her bed. She wakes in the night and can hear a dripping sound coming from the bathroom. The dripping sound annoys her, and she actually finds it unsettling, for some reason. The bedside lamp won't work, and she is too scared to get out of bed to turn on the main light, and walk over to the bathroom. She hides under the covers but to reassure herself that the dog is still under the bed she puts her hand down and feels licking on her hand. She lies awake for some time listening to the dripping sound and periodically puts her hand down to where she can hear heavy breathing and each time feels gentle licks on her fingers. Eventually she falls asleep. The next morning when she wakes, she goes to the bathroom for a drink of water. On the shower wall, written in blood are the words "I CAN LICK TOO", and her slaughtered, skinned dog is hanging from the shower head, its blood, now thick and dark, still dripping into the bathtub.
MSN messenger users, trademarked with this emoticon.HarbDevLeb wrote Holy shit that frightened me :@
Truly disturbing
jsut google itmk555 wroteAwesome story man, you're really talented.tt400 wroteI want to tell you all a story.
A young girl is home alone for the first time with only her dog for company. Listening to the radio, she hears of a mental patient on the loose, so she locks all the doors and windows and goes to bed, taking her dog to her room with her and letting it sleep under her bed. She wakes in the night and can hear a dripping sound coming from the bathroom. The dripping sound annoys her, and she actually finds it unsettling, for some reason. The bedside lamp won't work, and she is too scared to get out of bed to turn on the main light, and walk over to the bathroom. She hides under the covers but to reassure herself that the dog is still under the bed she puts her hand down and feels licking on her hand. She lies awake for some time listening to the dripping sound and periodically puts her hand down to where she can hear heavy breathing and each time feels gentle licks on her fingers. Eventually she falls asleep. The next morning when she wakes, she goes to the bathroom for a drink of water. On the shower wall, written in blood are the words "I CAN LICK TOO", and her slaughtered, skinned dog is hanging from the shower head, its blood, now thick and dark, still dripping into the bathtub.
it's been around for ages
look behind you!
One cold winter night, sixteen year old Katie was home alone. Her parents had gone out to a dinner party. It had been snowing all that afternoon, but had just recently stopped. After studying for a few hours she decided to relax a little. She made some popcorn, got a nice thick blanket and laid back on the couch to watch some TV in the living room. The television was positioned in front of one side of the glass sliding door that lead to a patio and the back yard. By midnight Katie’s parents still hadn’t come home and she was gripped with fear because from the corner of her eye she could have sworn she caught a glimpse of a very strange looking man staring at her standing outside the glass door behind the television. Terrified, she panicked, pulled blanket up over her head and grabbed the cordless phone that was by her side.
Katie called the police and, as luck would have it, there was a patrol car not far from her house. In a few minutes police are on the scene and Katie told them about the strange man who was standing outside, staring in through the glass.
The police opened the glass sliding door and looked around. After a few moments they turned around and explained to her that there could not have been anyone standing out there, as there would be footprints in the snow. The cops tell her that she is probably just tired and her imagination had got the better of her. Katie began to feel relieved, but still a little shaken. As the police officers are about to leave, one of them stopped and looked behind the couch Katie was sitting on. His jaw dropped and skin went pale. Katie noticed the man’s reaction and jumped up to look too. She saw what made the officer react that way. There were wet footprints on the carpet behind the couch. She hadn’t seen the man outside the door, she’d seen his reflection when he was standing behind her.
One cold winter night, sixteen year old Katie was home alone. Her parents had gone out to a dinner party. It had been snowing all that afternoon, but had just recently stopped. After studying for a few hours she decided to relax a little. She made some popcorn, got a nice thick blanket and laid back on the couch to watch some TV in the living room. The television was positioned in front of one side of the glass sliding door that lead to a patio and the back yard. By midnight Katie’s parents still hadn’t come home and she was gripped with fear because from the corner of her eye she could have sworn she caught a glimpse of a very strange looking man staring at her standing outside the glass door behind the television. Terrified, she panicked, pulled blanket up over her head and grabbed the cordless phone that was by her side.
Katie called the police and, as luck would have it, there was a patrol car not far from her house. In a few minutes police are on the scene and Katie told them about the strange man who was standing outside, staring in through the glass.
The police opened the glass sliding door and looked around. After a few moments they turned around and explained to her that there could not have been anyone standing out there, as there would be footprints in the snow. The cops tell her that she is probably just tired and her imagination had got the better of her. Katie began to feel relieved, but still a little shaken. As the police officers are about to leave, one of them stopped and looked behind the couch Katie was sitting on. His jaw dropped and skin went pale. Katie noticed the man’s reaction and jumped up to look too. She saw what made the officer react that way. There were wet footprints on the carpet behind the couch. She hadn’t seen the man outside the door, she’d seen his reflection when he was standing behind her.
I thought he wrote it.... Oh well I still enjoyed itballad wrote
jsut google it
it's been around for ages
Don't be afraid. Yo' momma' didn't raise no fool.HarbDevLeb wroteTruly Amazing , ∞/10 , I would have been horrified if you haven't posted that linkaliessayli2 wroteI am relieved the story is not true
... russian-sleep-experiment.shtml
I can sleep now
Holy shit that frightened me :@tt400 wroteI want to tell you all a story.
A young girl is home alone for the first time with only her dog for company. Listening to the radio, she hears of a mental patient on the loose, so she locks all the doors and windows and goes to bed, taking her dog to her room with her and letting it sleep under her bed. She wakes in the night and can hear a dripping sound coming from the bathroom ...bla..bla....... Eventually she falls asleep. The next morning when she wakes, she goes to the bathroom for a drink of water. On the shower wall, written in blood are the words "I CAN LICK TOO", and her slaughtered, skinned dog is hanging from the shower head, its blood, now thick and dark, still dripping into the bathtub.
Truly disturbing
m_zeid wrotelook behind you!
One cold winter night, sixteen year old Katie was home alone. Her parents had gone out to a dinner party. It had been snowing all that afternoon, but had just recently stopped. After studying for a few hours she decided to relax a little. She made some popcorn, got a nice thick blanket and laid back on the couch to watch some TV in the living room. The television was positioned in front of one side of the glass sliding door that lead to a patio and the back yard. By midnight Katie’s parents still hadn’t come home and she was gripped with fear because from the corner of her eye she could have sworn she caught a glimpse of a very strange looking man staring at her standing outside the glass door behind the television. Terrified, she panicked, pulled blanket up over her head and grabbed the cordless phone that was by her side.
Katie called the police and, as luck would have it, there was a patrol car not far from her house. In a few minutes police are on the scene and Katie told them about the strange man who was standing outside, staring in through the glass.
The police opened the glass sliding door and looked around. After a few moments they turned around and explained to her that there could not have been anyone standing out there, as there would be footprints in the snow. The cops tell her that she is probably just tired and her imagination had got the better of her. Katie began to feel relieved, but still a little shaken. As the police officers are about to leave, one of them stopped and looked behind the couch Katie was sitting on. His jaw dropped and skin went pale. Katie noticed the man’s reaction and jumped up to look too. She saw what made the officer react that way. There were wet footprints on the carpet behind the couch. She hadn’t seen the man outside the door, she’d seen his reflection when he was standing behind her.
Ahhhh, this one is good. I lav it! Did you write it or find it?
http://urbanlegendsonline.com/reflection/tt400 wrote
Ahhhh, this one is good. I lav it! Did you write it or find it?
TrueAdnan wroteMSN messenger users, trademarked with this emoticon.HarbDevLeb wrote Holy shit that frightened me :@
Truly disturbing
Fear makes you human my friend , not a fool ;)tt400 wroteDon't be afraid. Yo' momma' didn't raise no fool.HarbDevLeb wrote Holy shit that frightened me :@
Truly disturbing
25 days later
Can it be said that one of the differences between a human being and a computer is that the human being can measure how far his perception is from the truth, whereas a computer mainly can assert whether his "perception" (his model) is validated by reality or not.
What a human being perceives as true is still subject to his own perception.
A computer can still know how inaccurate the model is, so you do get the same kind of fuzzy values a human being can get to, not only binary outcomes.
A computer can still know how inaccurate the model is, so you do get the same kind of fuzzy values a human being can get to, not only binary outcomes.
rolf wroteCan it be said that one of the differences between a human being and a computer is that the human being can measure how far his perception is from the truth, whereas a computer mainly can assert whether his "perception" (his model) is validated by reality or not.
By "computer" you mean the physical device we all point to today and consider a computer? Or do you mean the idea of a computer? Because if it's the latter, you are a computer. Humans are computers. Computers are humans.rolf wroteCan it be said that one of the differences between a human being and a computer is that the human being can measure how far his perception is from the truth, whereas a computer mainly can assert whether his "perception" (his model) is validated by reality or not.
6 months later
Read more: http://theoverworld.tumblr.com/post/77157657629/a-warning-to-those-thinking-about-accessing-the-shadowHow well do you know the Internet? Until two weeks ago, I thought I knew it pretty well. After all, I spend a good chunk of my day browsing Reddit and 4chan, and I’m always up-to-date with the latest memes and circle jerks. I’ve been a denizen of the internet since the early days of Fortune City pages and IRC channels, and a regular ever since.
Then, about a year ago, somebody introduced me to the “Shadow Web”—a sort of secret layer of the Internet that you will never find by Googling or looking up message boards. There are no “in links” from the surface web to the shadow web. And no, this isn’t the “deepnet”, in case you were thinking about that. Not some website with gore videos of freak accidents, I’ve seen those. I assure you this is something far more twisted.
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